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<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/video><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<\/p>\n\n\n\nMy Confession <\/h3>\n\n\n\nDear damnedcomic,I never thought I\u2019d be writing one of these letters, but after what\u2019s happened with my new middle-aged neighbor Bob, I just have to share every dirty, dripping detail. My name is Claire, and I\u2019m a 19-year-old college freshman home for the summer. I\u2019ve got that classic cheerleader body\u2014toned legs that go on forever from years of flips and splits, a tight little waist, and full, perky D-cup breasts that strain against every top I wear. My hair is long, silky blonde, usually pulled into flirty pigtails that bounce when I walk, and my big blue eyes have this innocent sparkle that makes older guys lose their minds. I\u2019m the kind of girl who knows exactly what she\u2019s doing when she bends over in tiny shorts or lets her tank top ride up. And right now, I\u2019m the happiest little slut alive because I\u2019ve got Bob completely wrapped around my pink-manicured finger.It all started three weeks ago when the moving truck pulled up next door. Our quiet suburban street doesn\u2019t get much excitement, especially not in the form of a rugged, silver-fox divorc\u00e9 like Bob. He\u2019s in his mid-forties, tall and broad-shouldered from what I could tell through the curtains, with salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and these intense dark eyes that scanned the neighborhood like he owned it. My parents were at work, and I was lounging in my room in nothing but a tiny pink thong and a crop top when I spotted him carrying boxes. Something about the way his muscles flexed under his t-shirt made my pussy tingle instantly. I\u2019ve got a boyfriend, Brad\u2014my high-school sweetheart who\u2019s away at college\u2014but he\u2019s never made me feel this instantly wet. Bob looked like a man who knew how to fuck a girl senseless, and I wanted to be that girl.The first time I let him see me being naughty was that very afternoon. I \u201ccasually\u201d decided to sunbathe in our backyard, right by the shared fence. I spread out my towel in the tiniest string bikini I own\u2014the one with the micro triangles that barely cover my nipples and the bottoms that ride up my smooth, shaved pussy lips. I knew Bob was unpacking on his deck, so I untied the top and let it fall away, my full breasts spilling out into the sun. I rubbed oil over them slowly, circling my fingers around my hardening pink nipples, pinching them just enough to make myself moan softly. I arched my back, letting my pigtails drape over my shoulders, and spread my legs wide so the thin fabric of the bikini bottom pulled tight against my clit. I could feel his eyes on me from his deck. I pretended not to notice, but I slipped a hand down between my thighs and rubbed my pussy through the material, grinding against my fingers until I was soaking. When I finally \u201cnoticed\u201d him watching, I gave him a flirty little wave and a wink, my blue eyes locking on his. He didn\u2019t look away. My heart raced, and my pussy clenched hard. That was just the beginning.Two days later, I left my bedroom window wide open while I \u201cchanged\u201d after a shower. I stood in front of the full-length mirror wearing only a towel that I let drop to the floor. Bob was in his upstairs office, the window directly across from mine. I knew he could see everything. I ran my hands over my naked body, cupping my full breasts and lifting them, squeezing them together while I looked straight at his window. Then I bent over slowly to \u201cpick up\u201d my panties, my perfect cheerleader ass pointed right at him, pussy lips glistening. I stayed like that for a long moment, then straightened up and slid a finger between my folds, rubbing my swollen clit in slow circles. I moaned loud enough for him to hear, my pigtails swinging as I fingered myself faster, my tits jiggling with every thrust of my hand. I came right there, knees buckling, biting my lip to keep from screaming his name. When I glanced up, Bob was standing at his window, hand pressed against the glass, staring like a man starving. I blew him a kiss and closed the curtains, my cum dripping down my thighs. The tension was electric.I didn’t see Bob again until the following weekend. My parents were out for the day, so I took it up a notch. I put on my old cheer uniform\u2014the tiny pleated skirt that barely covered my ass and the crop top that showed underboob\u2014and went out to \u201cpractice cartwheels\u201d in the yard. Every flip sent the skirt flying up, flashing my bare, panty-less pussy and my bouncing breasts. Bob was mowing his lawn, and I made sure to land facing him, legs spread, skirt hiked up around my waist. I \u201ctripped\u201d and fell onto the grass on all fours, ass high in the air, and stayed there, wiggling it a little while I looked back over my shoulder at him with my flirtiest smile. \u201cOops, guess I\u2019m out of practice,\u201d I called out sweetly. He shut off the mower and just stared, his shorts tenting obviously. I could see the bulge of his cock straining, thick and long even from that distance. My mouth watered. I crawled forward a little on my hands and knees, letting my full tits sway, before standing up and adjusting my skirt like nothing happened. He was breathing hard. I loved it.I couldn’t get his reaction off my mind, which was full of pure filth. I waited until evening when the lights were on in both houses. I sat on my bed facing his window, legs spread wide, completely naked except for my pigtails tied with little white ribbons. I had my favorite pink vibrator out, the thick one that buzzes right against my G-spot. I turned it on loud enough for him to hear the hum and slid it deep into my dripping cunt while I locked eyes with him across the yard. I fucked myself slow and deep, moaning his name this time\u2014\u201cOh Bob\u2026 fuck, I want your cock\u2026\u201d\u2014my full breasts heaving as I pinched my nipples. I came twice, squirting a little onto my sheets, my body shaking, blue eyes never leaving his. He watched the whole thing, hand moving in his lap like he was stroking himself. I blew him a kiss and licked my fingers clean. That night I knew he was mine. The sexual tension was so thick I could barely sleep.The next afternoon, I couldn\u2019t wait any longer. I saw Bob head into his house after a run, sweat glistening on his muscles, and I knew he\u2019d hit the shower. My parents were gone, Brad was texting me boring stuff from campus, and my pussy was throbbing. I slipped out my back door in just a tiny sundress\u2014no bra, no panties\u2014and crept across the yard. His back door was unlocked (small-town trust, right?). I let myself in quietly, heart pounding, and followed the sound of the running water upstairs. The bathroom door was cracked open, steam pouring out. I could see his silhouette through the frosted glass\u2014tall, strong, cock hanging heavy even soft. I stripped my dress off in one smooth motion, my full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard as diamonds, my shaved pussy already slick. I stepped into the shower behind him, completely naked, my flirty pigtails getting wet instantly.Bob spun around, eyes wide. \u201cClaire? What the\u2014?\u201dI pressed my body against his, my soft tits smashing into his chest, and wrapped my small hand around his thickening cock. \u201cShhh, Bob. I\u2019ve seen the way you look at me. I want this. I want you to fuck me like the dirty little slut I am.\u201d I dropped to my knees on the wet tile, water cascading over us, and took his now rock-hard cock into my mouth. He was huge\u2014thick and veiny, at least eight inches\u2014and I gagged happily as I deep-throated him, my blue eyes looking up through wet lashes, pigtails swinging. He groaned and grabbed my hair, fucking my face until saliva dripped down my chin onto my tits. I stood up, turned around, and braced my hands on the shower wall, arching my cheerleader ass back at him. \u201cPlease, Bob\u2026 put it in me.\u201dHe didn\u2019t hesitate. He slammed into my tight little pussy in one thrust, stretching me wide, and I screamed in pleasure. He fucked me hard under the spray, one hand mauling my bouncing breasts, the other rubbing my clit. I came instantly, my walls clamping down on him, squirting around his cock. He kept pounding, growling, \u201cYou little tease\u2026 you\u2019ve been driving me crazy.\u201d I came again, harder, legs shaking so bad he had to hold me up. When he finally exploded, he pulled out and painted my ass and back with thick ropes of hot cum that the water washed away. I was already spent, but that was only round one.That was the first of many times he made me cum so hard I turned into a ragdoll. The second encounter happened that same night. I snuck back over after dark. Bob had left his sliding door open for me. He took me right on his living-room couch, bending me over the armrest, my pigtails hanging down as he railed me from behind. His cock hit depths Brad never could, slamming my G-spot over and over. I came three times in a row\u2014screaming, gushing, my full tits swinging wildly\u2014until my legs gave out and I collapsed limp onto the cushions. He flipped me over, straddled my chest, and fucked my tits until he unloaded a massive load all over my face and tongue. I swallowed what I could, cum dripping from my chin onto my heaving breasts, completely spent and smiling like a satisfied kitten.The next morning, in his kitchen, while he made coffee. I showed up in nothing but one of his dress shirts, unbuttoned, and dropped to my knees under the counter. I sucked him off slow and sloppy, licking his balls, until he bent me over the breakfast island and fucked me senseless. He made me squirt all over his floor, my body convulsing so hard my arms flailed like a broken doll. He finished by pulling out and shooting rope after rope of thick cum straight into my open mouth while I trembled, unable to do anything but take it.Encounter number four was in my own bedroom the following afternoon\u2014risky and thrilling. My parents were downstairs watching TV. Bob climbed the trellis like a horny teenager and fucked me on my cheerleading posters, my legs wrapped around his waist, pigtails bouncing as he drilled me into the mattress. He made me cum four times, each one harder, until I was a shaking, whimpering mess, eyes rolled back, body completely limp. He creampied me deep, flooding my womb with so much cum it leaked out around his cock and soaked my sheets. I had to stuff a pillow over my face to muffle my screams.That evening, in his car, in the garage . He had me ride him reverse cowgirl, my full breasts pressed against the steering wheel, ass slapping his thighs. Every bounce made my pigtails fly. He reached around and fingered my clit until I came so violently I nearly blacked out, my pussy milking him dry. He pulled me off at the last second and made me swallow every drop of his huge load while I knelt on the concrete, spent and drooling.Our next encounter\u2014the one that truly broke me\u2014was two nights later in his master bedroom. Bob tied my wrists to the headboard with my own pigtail ribbons and ate my pussy for what felt like hours, sucking my clit until I squirted all over his face. Then he fucked me in every position imaginable\u2014missionary with my legs over his shoulders, doggy with my face pressed into the pillows, and finally lifting me up against the wall like I weighed nothing. I came six times, each orgasm ripping through me until my body was boneless, eyes glassy, drool on my chin, a used up whore. He finally came deep inside me again, pumping me full until cum bubbled out and ran down my thighs. I couldn\u2019t even walk when he was done; he had to carry me to the shower and wash me clean while I whimpered happily.And that\u2019s just the beginning. We\u2019ve fucked almost every day since\u2014sometimes quick and dirty, sometimes long and nasty. Bob is completely wrapped around my little finger now. He texts me constantly, begging for my tight teenage pussy. I\u2019ve got him buying me lingerie, taking me out for secret dinners, and eating my pussy whenever I snap my fingers. He knows I have a boyfriend and parents who would lose their minds, so we keep it hidden\u2014stolen moments, late-night visits, whispered dirty talk over the fence. I\u2019m still the sweet cheerleader on the outside, but inside I\u2019m Bob\u2019s personal cum-slut, and I fucking love it.I can\u2019t wait to tell you what happens next, because my best friend Tracy has been noticing how distracted Brad is lately\u2026 and she\u2019s been asking a lot of questions about what I\u2019ve been up to next door. But that\u2019s a story for another letter.Yours truly,Claire (the happiest little neighbor slut you\u2019ll ever meet)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\nBonus – Audio – Read by Tiffany-<\/p>\n\n\n\nTracy’s Payback<\/h3>\n\n\n\nDear damnedcomic,Oh god, where do I even start? My name is Tracy, I stumbled upon your site and found the Forum section. I couldn’t believe it when I read the first letter. I\u2019m 19, and Claire\u2019s best friend since middle school. I\u2019ve got this killer body that turns heads everywhere I go\u2014long, wavy dark-brown hair that falls to the middle of my back, piercing hazel eyes that can go from sweet to slutty in a heartbeat, full C-cup tits that bounce just right in a tight top, a tiny waist, and a thick, juicy ass that fills out my yoga pants like it was made for spanking. I\u2019m the girl who loves to flirt, loves to tease, and lately\u2026 loves to steal what isn\u2019t mine. Especially when it belongs to my so-called bestie Claire, that blonde cheerleader slut with the flirty pigtails and the perfect D-cup rack. Yeah, I know all about her now. And after what I saw\u2014and what I did\u2014I\u2019ve got her boyfriend Brad wrapped around my finger so tight he calls me Mistress and begs for my permission to cum. But I\u2019m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how it all started, every dripping, filthy detail.It was last Tuesday afternoon. Claire had been acting weird for weeks\u2014always \u201cbusy next door,\u201d coming home flushed and walking funny, deleting texts like her life depended on it. I was over at her house, supposedly studying for finals, but really I was bored out of my mind while she kept checking her phone and biting her lip. Her parents were at work, Brad was supposed to be at practice, and I needed a distraction. I wandered upstairs to her room and happened to glance out the window toward the new neighbor\u2019s house. Bob\u2014the hot, middle-aged silver fox who moved in a few weeks ago. And there was Claire, in his backyard, on her knees in the grass like a total whore. Her cheerleader skirt was flipped up over her ass, pigtails swinging, and Bob\u2019s thick cock was buried balls-deep in her mouth. She was gagging on it, saliva dripping down her chin onto those full tits, moaning like she\u2019d never sucked dick before. I froze, my pussy instantly flooding my panties. I couldn\u2019t believe it\u2014sweet little Claire, with her boyfriend Brad and her perfect suburban life, getting face-fucked by the divorced guy next door in broad daylight.I ducked behind the curtain but kept watching, my hand sliding down into my shorts before I could stop myself. Claire\u2019s blue eyes were watering as Bob gripped her pigtails and thrust deep, his heavy balls slapping her chin. She looked so fucking happy, so slutty, her throat bulging with every pump. I rubbed my clit in fast circles, biting my lip to stay quiet, imagining what that older cock must feel like stretching her tight little cheerleader cunt. My fingers dipped inside me, two at first, then three, pumping in time with Bob\u2019s hips. Claire pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his throbbing dick, and begged, \u201cCum on my face, Daddy. Mark your little slut.\u201d He groaned and exploded\u2014thick, ropey jets of cum painting her pretty cheeks, her tongue, dripping down onto her tits. She scooped it up and swallowed like it was candy. That pushed me over the edge. I came hard right there in her bedroom, my knees buckling, juices soaking my hand and dripping down my thighs. I had to stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from moaning out loud. Holy shit. Claire was a total cum-guzzling whore for the old neighbor guy, and it made me wetter than I\u2019d ever been.That night I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about it. I fingered myself again in my own bed, replaying the scene, but this time my mind went darker. Claire had everything\u2014cheer squad captain, hot boyfriend Brad (tall, athletic, hung just right from what she\u2019d bragged about), doting parents. And now she was risking it all for middle-aged cock? I decided right then: I was going to steal Brad from her. Not just fuck him once, but make him mine. Completely. And the way to do it? Make him watch his precious girlfriend being the slut she really was. Leverage. Power. Then I\u2019d own his ass\u2014literally.The next day I put my plan in action. I texted Brad: \u201cHey, need to show you something about Claire. Meet me at the park by your house in 20. Don\u2019t tell her.\u201d He showed up looking confused but curious, wearing his football shorts that did nothing to hide his bulge. I led him behind some bushes near Claire\u2019s backyard fence\u2014the perfect hidden spot with a clear view into Bob\u2019s place. I\u2019d scoped it out earlier. We crouched there, hearts pounding, and waited. Sure enough, twenty minutes later Claire slipped out her back door in nothing but a tiny tank top and thong, pigtails bouncing, and let herself into Bob\u2019s house like she owned it. Brad\u2019s eyes went wide. \u201cWhat the fuck, Tracy?\u201d\u201cShhh. Watch,\u201d I whispered, pressing my body against his side. My tits brushed his arm. We saw the upstairs light flick on\u2014Bob\u2019s bedroom. Claire stripped slow for him, bending over, shaking that cheerleader ass. Bob grabbed her, threw her on the bed, and buried his face between her legs. Even from our hiding spot we could hear her moaning through the open window: \u201cOh fuck, Bob, eat my pussy! Make me cum like my boyfriend never could!\u201d Okay, she might not have said that exactly, but she might as well have. Brad\u2019s breathing got heavy. I slid my hand down his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his cock\u2014he was rock-hard already. \u201cShe\u2019s been fucking him for weeks,\u201d I murmured in his ear, stroking him slow. \u201cI saw her swallowing his load yesterday. Look at her now\u2014such a dirty little slut.\u201dBob flipped Claire onto all fours and slammed into her from behind. Her tits swung, pigtails flying as he railed her. She was screaming, cumming so hard her body shook like a ragdoll. Brad was leaking pre-cum all over my hand. I kept jerking him, whispering every filthy detail: how her pussy gripped Bob\u2019s thick cock, how she begged for his cum, how she was probably going to let him creampie her again. When Bob finally pulled out and hosed her back and ass with what looked like a gallon of hot cum, Claire just giggled and rubbed it into her skin. That was it\u2014Brad groaned and shot his load right into my fist, thick ropes coating my fingers while he watched his girlfriend get painted like a porn star. I licked his cum off my hand, staring into his eyes. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t deserve you, baby. But I do. Come with me. Now.\u201dWe barely made it to my backseat of my car, before I had his shorts down, and his still-hard cock in my mouth. I sucked him deep, sloppy, gagging myself on purpose so spit ran down my chin onto my tits. \u201cFrom now on, you\u2019re mine,\u201d I said between licks, popping his balls into my mouth. \u201cYou\u2019re going to watch her cheat every chance we get, and then you\u2019re going to fuck me harder than you ever fucked her. Understand?\u201d He nodded, dazed, and came again down my throat. That was our first load of many.That same night, in my bedroom. I\u2019d snuck him in while my parents were asleep. I made him strip and sit on my desk chair while I showed him the secret photos I\u2019d taken of Claire and Bob earlier that day\u2014her on her knees again, cum dripping from her lips. \u201cJerk off while you look,\u201d I ordered, stripping slow for him. My dark hair fell over my shoulders as I peeled off my top, my full tits bouncing free, nipples hard. I fingered my soaked pussy right in front of him, moaning softly. When he was throbbing, I straddled him reverse cowgirl and sank down on his cock, my juicy ass slapping his thighs. \u201cWatch how a real slut rides,\u201d I growled, grinding hard, my ass cheeks rippling. He came inside me so fast I laughed, but I kept riding until I soaked his lap with my own orgasm, my juices mixing with his cum dripping out of me.I didn’t see him until two days later, in the park again, this time at night\u2014I had him hooked. We spied on Claire getting fucked in Bob\u2019s living room, her legs over his shoulders, screaming as he pounded her G-spot. She came three times in a row, squirting all over his couch while he filled her womb with another massive creampie. Brad was rock-hard beside me. I pushed him down on the grass, yanked my shorts aside, and rode his face until I came, grinding my pussy on his tongue. Then I made him fuck me doggy-style right there in the open, his cock slamming into me while we both watched Claire get her second load of the night. \u201cYou\u2019re my lover now,\u201d I panted as he filled me again. \u201cHer little boyfriend doesn\u2019t exist anymore.\u201dThe next day, in his car after football practice. I\u2019d texted Claire some bullshit to keep her busy next door. Brad drove us to a secluded spot, and I climbed into his lap, but this time I brought handcuffs from my purse. \u201cHands behind your back, slave.\u201d He obeyed instantly, eyes glassy with lust. I rode him slow and teasing, edging him for twenty minutes, my tits in his face, my dark hair whipping around us. \u201cBeg for it,\u201d I whispered. He did\u2014whimpering, calling me Mistress Tracy\u2014until I finally let him cum deep inside me. I made him clean his own load out of my pussy with his tongue afterward, locked in those cuffs. He was shaking, completely broken for me.The next night, in my basement, while my parents were out. I tied him spread-eagle to the old weight bench with some of Claire\u2019s old cheer ribbons I\u2019d stolen. Blindfolded him. Then I sat on his face and made him eat my ass and pussy for an hour while I described in detail every time Claire had let Bob cum on her tits that week. He was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I finally mounted him, riding reverse until he exploded, but I didn\u2019t stop\u2014kept bouncing until he was oversensitive and begging. I came twice more, my thick ass smothering him, his cum and my juices everywhere.Last night, I went full BDSM on him. I\u2019d bought a cheap collar and leash from the adult store, a small paddle, and some nipple clamps. I collared him the second he walked into my room, made him strip and kneel. \u201cYou belong to me now, Brad. Say it.\u201d He did, voice cracking: \u201cI\u2019m Mistress Tracy\u2019s devoted slave.\u201d I sat on my bed like a queen, legs spread, and made him crawl over and worship my pussy until I came all over his face. Then I bent him over my desk, paddled his ass red while I described how Claire was probably getting railed by Bob at that exact moment. His cock was dripping onto the floor. I strapped on my new toy\u2014a thick black dildo\u2014and fucked his ass while jerking him off, making him thank me with every thrust. He came hands-free, shooting ropes across my carpet, sobbing with pleasure. I made him lick it all up.Now he\u2019s completely mine. My devoted slave. He texts me \u201cYes Mistress\u201d every morning. He eats my pussy on command, lets me peg him, wears the collar when we\u2019re not around Claire. He\u2019s addicted to watching her be Bob\u2019s cum-dumpster and then crawling back to me for his own punishment and reward. I own his cock, his orgasms, his soul. And soon\u2014very soon\u2014I\u2019m going to use him to shatter Claire\u2019s perfect little world. He\u2019s going to help me set up the ultimate trap: luring her to the football team\u2019s after-party, where I\u2019ll reveal everything I know about her and Bob. She\u2019ll have no choice but to become the team\u2019s new fuck toy\u2014on her knees for all of them, taking load after load while we watch\u2014if she doesn\u2019t want her parents or the whole school finding out. Brad will hold the camera. And I\u2019ll be right there, smiling, with my slave\u2019s leash in one hand and Claire\u2019s future in the other.Claire has no idea what\u2019s coming. But I do. And it\u2019s going to be delicious.Yours truly,Tracy (the brunette who always gets what she wants)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\nBonus – Audio – Read by Allison-<\/p>\n\n\n\nTracy’s Grand Finally<\/h3>\n\n\n\nDear damnedcomic,Holy fucking shit, you won\u2019t believe what I just pulled off. My name is Tracy, and after my last letter you already know I\u2019m the 19-year-old brunette with the killer body\u2014long wavy dark-brown hair, hazel eyes that turn wicked in a heartbeat, full C-cup tits that love to bounce, and a thick, juicy ass built for dominating weak boys. I stole my best friend Claire\u2019s boyfriend Brad and turned him into my collared, devoted slave. Now I\u2019ve taken it all the way. I trapped that blonde cheerleader slut into a full-on gang bang with the entire varsity football team, and I made sure she loved every second of it before I shattered her perfect little world. But the finale? Oh god, that was the most humiliating, slut-shaming thing I\u2019ve ever witnessed. Let me tell you every nasty, cum-soaked detail from the beginning.It started right after my last letter. Brad\u2014my obedient little slave\u2014was texting me \u201cYes Mistress\u201d every hour like a good boy, his cock locked in the tiny cage I bought him while he watched Claire sneak next door to get her daily fix of Bob\u2019s middle-aged dick. I had photos, videos, everything. Claire still thought she was so clever, hiding her affair with the neighbor while pretending to be the sweet cheer captain. But I was done playing. I wanted her on her knees for the whole team, and I wanted Brad to help me make it happen. So I called a secret meeting with the football squad\u2014twenty of the biggest, horniest seniors\u2014at the old field house after practice. I showed them the videos on my phone: Claire on all fours in Bob\u2019s backyard, pigtails swinging while he railed her from behind, her full D-cup tits bouncing, screaming \u201cCum in my pussy, Daddy!\u201d The guys were rock-hard in seconds, stroking themselves through their shorts. \u201cShe\u2019s been cheating on Brad for weeks,\u201d I told them. \u201cBut if you help me set her up, she\u2019ll be the team\u2019s new fuck toy. No one tells her parents or the school. Deal?\u201d They all agreed instantly. Brad stood beside me in his collar (hidden under his hoodie), eyes down like the slave he is, and nodded when I asked if he was ready to watch his girlfriend become the biggest slut on campus.The trap was perfect. I told Claire I\u2019d planned a \u201csurprise victory party\u201d at the field house to celebrate the team\u2019s big win\u2014invitation only, very exclusive. \u201cBring your cheer uniform,\u201d I said sweetly over text. \u201cIt\u2019s going to be wild.\u201d She showed up Friday night at 10 p.m., flirty pigtails bouncing, full breasts straining against her tiny crop top, pleated skirt barely covering her ass, blue eyes sparkling with that fake innocence. The field house was dimly lit, music thumping, and the whole team was already there\u2014shirtless, muscled, cocks already half-hard in their shorts. Brad was in the corner, cuffed to a chair like I\u2019d ordered, blindfolded for now. Claire looked confused but excited. \u201cWhere\u2019s everyone else?\u201d she asked. I locked the door behind her with a loud click. \u201cJust us, babe. Time to celebrate\u2026 properly.\u201dI pushed her into the center of the room. \u201cStrip, Claire. The boys know what you\u2019ve been doing with Bob. They\u2019ve seen the videos. But if you take care of the team tonight\u2014every single one of them\u2014you get to keep your secrets. Parents, school, Brad\u2026 no one finds out.\u201d Her blue eyes went wide with panic, but her nipples were already poking through her top. The guys started chanting her name. She looked at me, then at their bulging shorts, and the little slut actually smiled. \u201cYou\u2019re serious?\u201d she whispered. I nodded and yanked her crop top up, exposing those perfect D-cups. \u201cOn your knees, cheer slut.\u201dThe gang bang started slow and filthy. First up was Jamal, our star running back\u2014tall, black, with a cock like a forearm. Claire dropped to her knees on the mats, pigtails swinging, and took him down her throat in one eager gulp. The room cheered as she gagged and slobbered, mascara already running. Two more guys stepped up, grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples while she jerked them off. Cum was everywhere in minutes\u2014Jamal exploded first, flooding her mouth until it overflowed and ran down her chin onto her bouncing breasts. She swallowed what she could, coughing, then opened wide for the next. \u201cMore,\u201d she moaned, voice hoarse. \u201cI\u2019ll be your team whore.\u201dBy the tenth guy she was a fucking mess. They had her bent over a bench, skirt flipped up, no panties, pussy and ass on full display. One after another they took turns\u2014pounding her tight cheer cunt, stretching her asshole, double-penetrating her while she screamed in ecstasy. Cum poured out of her in rivers: thick white ropes dripping from her stretched holes, splattering her back, her face, her pigtails. She came over and over, squirting on the mats, body shaking like a ragdoll just like she did with Bob. \u201cI\u2019m your cum dump!\u201d she cried, eyes glassy. \u201cFill me up!\u201d The guys rotated, high-fiving, unloading inside her, on her, everywhere. Twenty loads later she was glazed\u2014cum in her hair, on her tits, leaking from every hole, pooling between her thighs. She looked like the happiest, most broken little slut alive.But that was just the warm-up. I had one more surprise planned\u2014the glorious, soul-crushing finale. I blindfolded Claire tightly with her own flirty pigtail ribbons, knotting them so she couldn\u2019t see a single thing. She was placed on all fours on the big padded table in the center of the room, ass high in the air, cum still gushing from her ruined pussy and stretched asshole in thick, white rivers that dripped onto the mats. The team stepped back, still stroking their spent cocks, laughing and jeering as they waited for the show. I uncuffed Brad and whispered in his ear, \u201cMake it hurt, slave. Break her completely.\u201d His eyes were burning with years of pent-up rage and lust as I led him over.Brad climbed up behind her and slammed into her cum-slick cunt in one brutal, balls-deep thrust. Claire gasped loudly, her full D-cup tits swinging heavily beneath her. \u201cOh fuck\u2026 who is that?\u201d she whimpered, voice shaky but already grinding back like the desperate whore she is. Brad didn\u2019t answer. He just railed her harder, his hips slapping loudly against her cum-covered ass, making her pigtails bounce even though she couldn\u2019t see. The team started chanting \u201cCheater! Cheater!\u201d and laughing as Brad flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide like a cheap porn star. He pounded her missionary-style now, staring right into the blindfold, his cock hitting her G-spot over and over while her juices and everyone else\u2019s cum squirted out around him with every thrust.When she was right on the edge, legs trembling, blue eyes rolling under the blindfold, Brad ripped the ribbons off in one savage yank. Claire\u2019s eyes flew open in total shock, locking straight onto her boyfriend\u2019s face inches from hers. \u201cHi, you filthy cheating whore,\u201d he growled, still slamming into her without mercy. \u201cIt\u2019s me\u2014Brad. I\u2019ve known about you and Bob for weeks. I watched you suck his old-man cock like a desperate little slut on your knees in his backyard. I saw you get wrecked and creampied over and over while you screamed his name. Tracy showed me every video, every photo. You thought you were so smart hiding it? You\u2019re not my girlfriend anymore. You\u2019re just a worthless, used-up cum rag for the entire team now.\u201dClaire\u2019s face crumpled instantly\u2014pure horror, shame, and humiliation washing over her. Tears sprang to her big blue eyes as the team erupted in loud, mocking laughter. \u201cNo\u2026 Brad\u2026 oh my god\u2026 you know everything?\u201d she sobbed, but her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, betraying her. Brad kept fucking her mercilessly, making her full tits jiggle wildly. \u201cSay it out loud, slut. Tell the whole team what you really are. Tell them how you betrayed me for a middle-aged neighbor\u2019s dick while I was at practice.\u201dThe team chanted louder: \u201cConfess! Confess!\u201d Claire broke completely, tears streaming down her cum-streaked cheeks as Brad pounded her. \u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m a cheating slut!\u201d she cried out, voice cracking. \u201cI let Bob use me every day\u2026 I sucked his cock and let him cum on my face like a whore\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry, Brad\u2026 I\u2019m the team\u2019s cum dump now\u2026 please don\u2019t hate me!\u201d Each confession made her body convulse harder. Brad grabbed her throat lightly, forcing her to look at the laughing players. \u201cLouder, you disgusting little liar. Tell them you\u2019re nothing but holes for anyone who wants you.\u201dClaire\u2019s voice rose into a broken wail as another massive orgasm built. \u201cI\u2019m a disgusting cheating whore! I betrayed my boyfriend for Bob\u2019s cum! I\u2019ll be the football team\u2019s personal cum rag forever! Use me\u2026 please use me!\u201d The humiliation pushed her over the edge. She squirted violently\u2014harder than I\u2019d ever seen\u2014gushing in powerful, shameful arcs all over Brad\u2019s cock and the table, soaking the mats beneath her while the team howled with laughter and pointed. Her whole body seized, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream of disgrace. She tried to curl into a ball but Brad kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last humiliating spasm.Finally he pulled out, leaving her gaping and leaking. Claire slid off the table like a broken gutter slut, collapsing to the cum-soaked floor at Brad\u2019s feet. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, pigtails matted with drying loads, face pressed to his sneakers as she kissed them desperately. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry\u2026 I\u2019m such a pathetic, worthless slut\u2026 I don\u2019t deserve you\u2026 please forgive me\u2026 I\u2019ll do anything\u2026\u201d she sobbed, tongue darting out to lick the cum and dirt from his shoes while fresh tears mixed with the team\u2019s loads on her cheeks. The players kept mocking her: \u201cLook at the cheer captain now\u2014crawling like a dog!\u201d \u201cBob\u2019s little secret whore is our bitch now!\u201dI stepped forward with the spare collar I\u2019d brought just for her, clipping it around her neck in front of everyone. \u201cSay it, Claire. Declare what you are.\u201d Still on the floor, face at Brad\u2019s feet, she whimpered loudly, \u201cI am the football team\u2019s personal cum slut\u2026 and Brad and Mistress Tracy\u2019s slave\u2026 I\u2019ll never hide anything again\u2026 please use me whenever you want.\u201d The team cheered and started stroking again for round two as Claire lay trembling in a puddle of her own squirt and twenty loads of cum, completely shattered, submissive, and disgraced\u2014exactly where she belonged.I can\u2019t wait to write my next letter. 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Dear damnedcomic,I never thought I\u2019d be writing one of these letters, but after what\u2019s happened with my new middle-aged neighbor Bob, I just have to share every dirty, dripping detail. My name is Claire, and I\u2019m a 19-year-old college freshman home for the summer. I\u2019ve got that classic cheerleader body\u2014toned legs that go on forever from years of flips and splits, a tight little waist, and full, perky D-cup breasts that strain against every top I wear. My hair is long, silky blonde, usually pulled into flirty pigtails that bounce when I walk, and my big blue eyes have this innocent sparkle that makes older guys lose their minds. I\u2019m the kind of girl who knows exactly what she\u2019s doing when she bends over in tiny shorts or lets her tank top ride up. And right now, I\u2019m the happiest little slut alive because I\u2019ve got Bob completely wrapped around my pink-manicured finger.It all started three weeks ago when the moving truck pulled up next door. Our quiet suburban street doesn\u2019t get much excitement, especially not in the form of a rugged, silver-fox divorc\u00e9 like Bob. He\u2019s in his mid-forties, tall and broad-shouldered from what I could tell through the curtains, with salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and these intense dark eyes that scanned the neighborhood like he owned it. My parents were at work, and I was lounging in my room in nothing but a tiny pink thong and a crop top when I spotted him carrying boxes. Something about the way his muscles flexed under his t-shirt made my pussy tingle instantly. I\u2019ve got a boyfriend, Brad\u2014my high-school sweetheart who\u2019s away at college\u2014but he\u2019s never made me feel this instantly wet. Bob looked like a man who knew how to fuck a girl senseless, and I wanted to be that girl.The first time I let him see me being naughty was that very afternoon. I \u201ccasually\u201d decided to sunbathe in our backyard, right by the shared fence. I spread out my towel in the tiniest string bikini I own\u2014the one with the micro triangles that barely cover my nipples and the bottoms that ride up my smooth, shaved pussy lips. I knew Bob was unpacking on his deck, so I untied the top and let it fall away, my full breasts spilling out into the sun. I rubbed oil over them slowly, circling my fingers around my hardening pink nipples, pinching them just enough to make myself moan softly. I arched my back, letting my pigtails drape over my shoulders, and spread my legs wide so the thin fabric of the bikini bottom pulled tight against my clit. I could feel his eyes on me from his deck. I pretended not to notice, but I slipped a hand down between my thighs and rubbed my pussy through the material, grinding against my fingers until I was soaking. When I finally \u201cnoticed\u201d him watching, I gave him a flirty little wave and a wink, my blue eyes locking on his. He didn\u2019t look away. My heart raced, and my pussy clenched hard. That was just the beginning.Two days later, I left my bedroom window wide open while I \u201cchanged\u201d after a shower. I stood in front of the full-length mirror wearing only a towel that I let drop to the floor. Bob was in his upstairs office, the window directly across from mine. I knew he could see everything. I ran my hands over my naked body, cupping my full breasts and lifting them, squeezing them together while I looked straight at his window. Then I bent over slowly to \u201cpick up\u201d my panties, my perfect cheerleader ass pointed right at him, pussy lips glistening. I stayed like that for a long moment, then straightened up and slid a finger between my folds, rubbing my swollen clit in slow circles. I moaned loud enough for him to hear, my pigtails swinging as I fingered myself faster, my tits jiggling with every thrust of my hand. I came right there, knees buckling, biting my lip to keep from screaming his name. When I glanced up, Bob was standing at his window, hand pressed against the glass, staring like a man starving. I blew him a kiss and closed the curtains, my cum dripping down my thighs. The tension was electric.I didn’t see Bob again until the following weekend. My parents were out for the day, so I took it up a notch. I put on my old cheer uniform\u2014the tiny pleated skirt that barely covered my ass and the crop top that showed underboob\u2014and went out to \u201cpractice cartwheels\u201d in the yard. Every flip sent the skirt flying up, flashing my bare, panty-less pussy and my bouncing breasts. Bob was mowing his lawn, and I made sure to land facing him, legs spread, skirt hiked up around my waist. I \u201ctripped\u201d and fell onto the grass on all fours, ass high in the air, and stayed there, wiggling it a little while I looked back over my shoulder at him with my flirtiest smile. \u201cOops, guess I\u2019m out of practice,\u201d I called out sweetly. He shut off the mower and just stared, his shorts tenting obviously. I could see the bulge of his cock straining, thick and long even from that distance. My mouth watered. I crawled forward a little on my hands and knees, letting my full tits sway, before standing up and adjusting my skirt like nothing happened. He was breathing hard. I loved it.I couldn’t get his reaction off my mind, which was full of pure filth. I waited until evening when the lights were on in both houses. I sat on my bed facing his window, legs spread wide, completely naked except for my pigtails tied with little white ribbons. I had my favorite pink vibrator out, the thick one that buzzes right against my G-spot. I turned it on loud enough for him to hear the hum and slid it deep into my dripping cunt while I locked eyes with him across the yard. I fucked myself slow and deep, moaning his name this time\u2014\u201cOh Bob\u2026 fuck, I want your cock\u2026\u201d\u2014my full breasts heaving as I pinched my nipples. I came twice, squirting a little onto my sheets, my body shaking, blue eyes never leaving his. He watched the whole thing, hand moving in his lap like he was stroking himself. I blew him a kiss and licked my fingers clean. That night I knew he was mine. The sexual tension was so thick I could barely sleep.The next afternoon, I couldn\u2019t wait any longer. I saw Bob head into his house after a run, sweat glistening on his muscles, and I knew he\u2019d hit the shower. My parents were gone, Brad was texting me boring stuff from campus, and my pussy was throbbing. I slipped out my back door in just a tiny sundress\u2014no bra, no panties\u2014and crept across the yard. His back door was unlocked (small-town trust, right?). I let myself in quietly, heart pounding, and followed the sound of the running water upstairs. The bathroom door was cracked open, steam pouring out. I could see his silhouette through the frosted glass\u2014tall, strong, cock hanging heavy even soft. I stripped my dress off in one smooth motion, my full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard as diamonds, my shaved pussy already slick. I stepped into the shower behind him, completely naked, my flirty pigtails getting wet instantly.Bob spun around, eyes wide. \u201cClaire? What the\u2014?\u201dI pressed my body against his, my soft tits smashing into his chest, and wrapped my small hand around his thickening cock. \u201cShhh, Bob. I\u2019ve seen the way you look at me. I want this. I want you to fuck me like the dirty little slut I am.\u201d I dropped to my knees on the wet tile, water cascading over us, and took his now rock-hard cock into my mouth. He was huge\u2014thick and veiny, at least eight inches\u2014and I gagged happily as I deep-throated him, my blue eyes looking up through wet lashes, pigtails swinging. He groaned and grabbed my hair, fucking my face until saliva dripped down my chin onto my tits. I stood up, turned around, and braced my hands on the shower wall, arching my cheerleader ass back at him. \u201cPlease, Bob\u2026 put it in me.\u201dHe didn\u2019t hesitate. He slammed into my tight little pussy in one thrust, stretching me wide, and I screamed in pleasure. He fucked me hard under the spray, one hand mauling my bouncing breasts, the other rubbing my clit. I came instantly, my walls clamping down on him, squirting around his cock. He kept pounding, growling, \u201cYou little tease\u2026 you\u2019ve been driving me crazy.\u201d I came again, harder, legs shaking so bad he had to hold me up. When he finally exploded, he pulled out and painted my ass and back with thick ropes of hot cum that the water washed away. I was already spent, but that was only round one.That was the first of many times he made me cum so hard I turned into a ragdoll. The second encounter happened that same night. I snuck back over after dark. Bob had left his sliding door open for me. He took me right on his living-room couch, bending me over the armrest, my pigtails hanging down as he railed me from behind. His cock hit depths Brad never could, slamming my G-spot over and over. I came three times in a row\u2014screaming, gushing, my full tits swinging wildly\u2014until my legs gave out and I collapsed limp onto the cushions. He flipped me over, straddled my chest, and fucked my tits until he unloaded a massive load all over my face and tongue. I swallowed what I could, cum dripping from my chin onto my heaving breasts, completely spent and smiling like a satisfied kitten.The next morning, in his kitchen, while he made coffee. I showed up in nothing but one of his dress shirts, unbuttoned, and dropped to my knees under the counter. I sucked him off slow and sloppy, licking his balls, until he bent me over the breakfast island and fucked me senseless. He made me squirt all over his floor, my body convulsing so hard my arms flailed like a broken doll. He finished by pulling out and shooting rope after rope of thick cum straight into my open mouth while I trembled, unable to do anything but take it.Encounter number four was in my own bedroom the following afternoon\u2014risky and thrilling. My parents were downstairs watching TV. Bob climbed the trellis like a horny teenager and fucked me on my cheerleading posters, my legs wrapped around his waist, pigtails bouncing as he drilled me into the mattress. He made me cum four times, each one harder, until I was a shaking, whimpering mess, eyes rolled back, body completely limp. He creampied me deep, flooding my womb with so much cum it leaked out around his cock and soaked my sheets. I had to stuff a pillow over my face to muffle my screams.That evening, in his car, in the garage . He had me ride him reverse cowgirl, my full breasts pressed against the steering wheel, ass slapping his thighs. Every bounce made my pigtails fly. He reached around and fingered my clit until I came so violently I nearly blacked out, my pussy milking him dry. He pulled me off at the last second and made me swallow every drop of his huge load while I knelt on the concrete, spent and drooling.Our next encounter\u2014the one that truly broke me\u2014was two nights later in his master bedroom. Bob tied my wrists to the headboard with my own pigtail ribbons and ate my pussy for what felt like hours, sucking my clit until I squirted all over his face. Then he fucked me in every position imaginable\u2014missionary with my legs over his shoulders, doggy with my face pressed into the pillows, and finally lifting me up against the wall like I weighed nothing. I came six times, each orgasm ripping through me until my body was boneless, eyes glassy, drool on my chin, a used up whore. He finally came deep inside me again, pumping me full until cum bubbled out and ran down my thighs. I couldn\u2019t even walk when he was done; he had to carry me to the shower and wash me clean while I whimpered happily.And that\u2019s just the beginning. We\u2019ve fucked almost every day since\u2014sometimes quick and dirty, sometimes long and nasty. Bob is completely wrapped around my little finger now. He texts me constantly, begging for my tight teenage pussy. I\u2019ve got him buying me lingerie, taking me out for secret dinners, and eating my pussy whenever I snap my fingers. He knows I have a boyfriend and parents who would lose their minds, so we keep it hidden\u2014stolen moments, late-night visits, whispered dirty talk over the fence. I\u2019m still the sweet cheerleader on the outside, but inside I\u2019m Bob\u2019s personal cum-slut, and I fucking love it.I can\u2019t wait to tell you what happens next, because my best friend Tracy has been noticing how distracted Brad is lately\u2026 and she\u2019s been asking a lot of questions about what I\u2019ve been up to next door. But that\u2019s a story for another letter.Yours truly,Claire (the happiest little neighbor slut you\u2019ll ever meet)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\nBonus – Audio – Read by Tiffany-<\/p>\n\n\n\nTracy’s Payback<\/h3>\n\n\n\nDear damnedcomic,Oh god, where do I even start? My name is Tracy, I stumbled upon your site and found the Forum section. I couldn’t believe it when I read the first letter. I\u2019m 19, and Claire\u2019s best friend since middle school. I\u2019ve got this killer body that turns heads everywhere I go\u2014long, wavy dark-brown hair that falls to the middle of my back, piercing hazel eyes that can go from sweet to slutty in a heartbeat, full C-cup tits that bounce just right in a tight top, a tiny waist, and a thick, juicy ass that fills out my yoga pants like it was made for spanking. I\u2019m the girl who loves to flirt, loves to tease, and lately\u2026 loves to steal what isn\u2019t mine. Especially when it belongs to my so-called bestie Claire, that blonde cheerleader slut with the flirty pigtails and the perfect D-cup rack. Yeah, I know all about her now. And after what I saw\u2014and what I did\u2014I\u2019ve got her boyfriend Brad wrapped around my finger so tight he calls me Mistress and begs for my permission to cum. But I\u2019m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how it all started, every dripping, filthy detail.It was last Tuesday afternoon. Claire had been acting weird for weeks\u2014always \u201cbusy next door,\u201d coming home flushed and walking funny, deleting texts like her life depended on it. I was over at her house, supposedly studying for finals, but really I was bored out of my mind while she kept checking her phone and biting her lip. Her parents were at work, Brad was supposed to be at practice, and I needed a distraction. I wandered upstairs to her room and happened to glance out the window toward the new neighbor\u2019s house. Bob\u2014the hot, middle-aged silver fox who moved in a few weeks ago. And there was Claire, in his backyard, on her knees in the grass like a total whore. Her cheerleader skirt was flipped up over her ass, pigtails swinging, and Bob\u2019s thick cock was buried balls-deep in her mouth. She was gagging on it, saliva dripping down her chin onto those full tits, moaning like she\u2019d never sucked dick before. I froze, my pussy instantly flooding my panties. I couldn\u2019t believe it\u2014sweet little Claire, with her boyfriend Brad and her perfect suburban life, getting face-fucked by the divorced guy next door in broad daylight.I ducked behind the curtain but kept watching, my hand sliding down into my shorts before I could stop myself. Claire\u2019s blue eyes were watering as Bob gripped her pigtails and thrust deep, his heavy balls slapping her chin. She looked so fucking happy, so slutty, her throat bulging with every pump. I rubbed my clit in fast circles, biting my lip to stay quiet, imagining what that older cock must feel like stretching her tight little cheerleader cunt. My fingers dipped inside me, two at first, then three, pumping in time with Bob\u2019s hips. Claire pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his throbbing dick, and begged, \u201cCum on my face, Daddy. Mark your little slut.\u201d He groaned and exploded\u2014thick, ropey jets of cum painting her pretty cheeks, her tongue, dripping down onto her tits. She scooped it up and swallowed like it was candy. That pushed me over the edge. I came hard right there in her bedroom, my knees buckling, juices soaking my hand and dripping down my thighs. I had to stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from moaning out loud. Holy shit. Claire was a total cum-guzzling whore for the old neighbor guy, and it made me wetter than I\u2019d ever been.That night I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about it. I fingered myself again in my own bed, replaying the scene, but this time my mind went darker. Claire had everything\u2014cheer squad captain, hot boyfriend Brad (tall, athletic, hung just right from what she\u2019d bragged about), doting parents. And now she was risking it all for middle-aged cock? I decided right then: I was going to steal Brad from her. Not just fuck him once, but make him mine. Completely. And the way to do it? Make him watch his precious girlfriend being the slut she really was. Leverage. Power. Then I\u2019d own his ass\u2014literally.The next day I put my plan in action. I texted Brad: \u201cHey, need to show you something about Claire. Meet me at the park by your house in 20. Don\u2019t tell her.\u201d He showed up looking confused but curious, wearing his football shorts that did nothing to hide his bulge. I led him behind some bushes near Claire\u2019s backyard fence\u2014the perfect hidden spot with a clear view into Bob\u2019s place. I\u2019d scoped it out earlier. We crouched there, hearts pounding, and waited. Sure enough, twenty minutes later Claire slipped out her back door in nothing but a tiny tank top and thong, pigtails bouncing, and let herself into Bob\u2019s house like she owned it. Brad\u2019s eyes went wide. \u201cWhat the fuck, Tracy?\u201d\u201cShhh. Watch,\u201d I whispered, pressing my body against his side. My tits brushed his arm. We saw the upstairs light flick on\u2014Bob\u2019s bedroom. Claire stripped slow for him, bending over, shaking that cheerleader ass. Bob grabbed her, threw her on the bed, and buried his face between her legs. Even from our hiding spot we could hear her moaning through the open window: \u201cOh fuck, Bob, eat my pussy! Make me cum like my boyfriend never could!\u201d Okay, she might not have said that exactly, but she might as well have. Brad\u2019s breathing got heavy. I slid my hand down his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his cock\u2014he was rock-hard already. \u201cShe\u2019s been fucking him for weeks,\u201d I murmured in his ear, stroking him slow. \u201cI saw her swallowing his load yesterday. Look at her now\u2014such a dirty little slut.\u201dBob flipped Claire onto all fours and slammed into her from behind. Her tits swung, pigtails flying as he railed her. She was screaming, cumming so hard her body shook like a ragdoll. Brad was leaking pre-cum all over my hand. I kept jerking him, whispering every filthy detail: how her pussy gripped Bob\u2019s thick cock, how she begged for his cum, how she was probably going to let him creampie her again. When Bob finally pulled out and hosed her back and ass with what looked like a gallon of hot cum, Claire just giggled and rubbed it into her skin. That was it\u2014Brad groaned and shot his load right into my fist, thick ropes coating my fingers while he watched his girlfriend get painted like a porn star. I licked his cum off my hand, staring into his eyes. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t deserve you, baby. But I do. Come with me. Now.\u201dWe barely made it to my backseat of my car, before I had his shorts down, and his still-hard cock in my mouth. I sucked him deep, sloppy, gagging myself on purpose so spit ran down my chin onto my tits. \u201cFrom now on, you\u2019re mine,\u201d I said between licks, popping his balls into my mouth. \u201cYou\u2019re going to watch her cheat every chance we get, and then you\u2019re going to fuck me harder than you ever fucked her. Understand?\u201d He nodded, dazed, and came again down my throat. That was our first load of many.That same night, in my bedroom. I\u2019d snuck him in while my parents were asleep. I made him strip and sit on my desk chair while I showed him the secret photos I\u2019d taken of Claire and Bob earlier that day\u2014her on her knees again, cum dripping from her lips. \u201cJerk off while you look,\u201d I ordered, stripping slow for him. My dark hair fell over my shoulders as I peeled off my top, my full tits bouncing free, nipples hard. I fingered my soaked pussy right in front of him, moaning softly. When he was throbbing, I straddled him reverse cowgirl and sank down on his cock, my juicy ass slapping his thighs. \u201cWatch how a real slut rides,\u201d I growled, grinding hard, my ass cheeks rippling. He came inside me so fast I laughed, but I kept riding until I soaked his lap with my own orgasm, my juices mixing with his cum dripping out of me.I didn’t see him until two days later, in the park again, this time at night\u2014I had him hooked. We spied on Claire getting fucked in Bob\u2019s living room, her legs over his shoulders, screaming as he pounded her G-spot. She came three times in a row, squirting all over his couch while he filled her womb with another massive creampie. Brad was rock-hard beside me. I pushed him down on the grass, yanked my shorts aside, and rode his face until I came, grinding my pussy on his tongue. Then I made him fuck me doggy-style right there in the open, his cock slamming into me while we both watched Claire get her second load of the night. \u201cYou\u2019re my lover now,\u201d I panted as he filled me again. \u201cHer little boyfriend doesn\u2019t exist anymore.\u201dThe next day, in his car after football practice. I\u2019d texted Claire some bullshit to keep her busy next door. Brad drove us to a secluded spot, and I climbed into his lap, but this time I brought handcuffs from my purse. \u201cHands behind your back, slave.\u201d He obeyed instantly, eyes glassy with lust. I rode him slow and teasing, edging him for twenty minutes, my tits in his face, my dark hair whipping around us. \u201cBeg for it,\u201d I whispered. He did\u2014whimpering, calling me Mistress Tracy\u2014until I finally let him cum deep inside me. I made him clean his own load out of my pussy with his tongue afterward, locked in those cuffs. He was shaking, completely broken for me.The next night, in my basement, while my parents were out. I tied him spread-eagle to the old weight bench with some of Claire\u2019s old cheer ribbons I\u2019d stolen. Blindfolded him. Then I sat on his face and made him eat my ass and pussy for an hour while I described in detail every time Claire had let Bob cum on her tits that week. He was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I finally mounted him, riding reverse until he exploded, but I didn\u2019t stop\u2014kept bouncing until he was oversensitive and begging. I came twice more, my thick ass smothering him, his cum and my juices everywhere.Last night, I went full BDSM on him. I\u2019d bought a cheap collar and leash from the adult store, a small paddle, and some nipple clamps. I collared him the second he walked into my room, made him strip and kneel. \u201cYou belong to me now, Brad. Say it.\u201d He did, voice cracking: \u201cI\u2019m Mistress Tracy\u2019s devoted slave.\u201d I sat on my bed like a queen, legs spread, and made him crawl over and worship my pussy until I came all over his face. Then I bent him over my desk, paddled his ass red while I described how Claire was probably getting railed by Bob at that exact moment. His cock was dripping onto the floor. I strapped on my new toy\u2014a thick black dildo\u2014and fucked his ass while jerking him off, making him thank me with every thrust. He came hands-free, shooting ropes across my carpet, sobbing with pleasure. I made him lick it all up.Now he\u2019s completely mine. My devoted slave. He texts me \u201cYes Mistress\u201d every morning. He eats my pussy on command, lets me peg him, wears the collar when we\u2019re not around Claire. He\u2019s addicted to watching her be Bob\u2019s cum-dumpster and then crawling back to me for his own punishment and reward. I own his cock, his orgasms, his soul. And soon\u2014very soon\u2014I\u2019m going to use him to shatter Claire\u2019s perfect little world. He\u2019s going to help me set up the ultimate trap: luring her to the football team\u2019s after-party, where I\u2019ll reveal everything I know about her and Bob. She\u2019ll have no choice but to become the team\u2019s new fuck toy\u2014on her knees for all of them, taking load after load while we watch\u2014if she doesn\u2019t want her parents or the whole school finding out. Brad will hold the camera. And I\u2019ll be right there, smiling, with my slave\u2019s leash in one hand and Claire\u2019s future in the other.Claire has no idea what\u2019s coming. But I do. And it\u2019s going to be delicious.Yours truly,Tracy (the brunette who always gets what she wants)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\nBonus – Audio – Read by Allison-<\/p>\n\n\n\nTracy’s Grand Finally<\/h3>\n\n\n\nDear damnedcomic,Holy fucking shit, you won\u2019t believe what I just pulled off. My name is Tracy, and after my last letter you already know I\u2019m the 19-year-old brunette with the killer body\u2014long wavy dark-brown hair, hazel eyes that turn wicked in a heartbeat, full C-cup tits that love to bounce, and a thick, juicy ass built for dominating weak boys. I stole my best friend Claire\u2019s boyfriend Brad and turned him into my collared, devoted slave. Now I\u2019ve taken it all the way. I trapped that blonde cheerleader slut into a full-on gang bang with the entire varsity football team, and I made sure she loved every second of it before I shattered her perfect little world. But the finale? Oh god, that was the most humiliating, slut-shaming thing I\u2019ve ever witnessed. Let me tell you every nasty, cum-soaked detail from the beginning.It started right after my last letter. Brad\u2014my obedient little slave\u2014was texting me \u201cYes Mistress\u201d every hour like a good boy, his cock locked in the tiny cage I bought him while he watched Claire sneak next door to get her daily fix of Bob\u2019s middle-aged dick. I had photos, videos, everything. Claire still thought she was so clever, hiding her affair with the neighbor while pretending to be the sweet cheer captain. But I was done playing. I wanted her on her knees for the whole team, and I wanted Brad to help me make it happen. So I called a secret meeting with the football squad\u2014twenty of the biggest, horniest seniors\u2014at the old field house after practice. I showed them the videos on my phone: Claire on all fours in Bob\u2019s backyard, pigtails swinging while he railed her from behind, her full D-cup tits bouncing, screaming \u201cCum in my pussy, Daddy!\u201d The guys were rock-hard in seconds, stroking themselves through their shorts. \u201cShe\u2019s been cheating on Brad for weeks,\u201d I told them. \u201cBut if you help me set her up, she\u2019ll be the team\u2019s new fuck toy. No one tells her parents or the school. Deal?\u201d They all agreed instantly. Brad stood beside me in his collar (hidden under his hoodie), eyes down like the slave he is, and nodded when I asked if he was ready to watch his girlfriend become the biggest slut on campus.The trap was perfect. I told Claire I\u2019d planned a \u201csurprise victory party\u201d at the field house to celebrate the team\u2019s big win\u2014invitation only, very exclusive. \u201cBring your cheer uniform,\u201d I said sweetly over text. \u201cIt\u2019s going to be wild.\u201d She showed up Friday night at 10 p.m., flirty pigtails bouncing, full breasts straining against her tiny crop top, pleated skirt barely covering her ass, blue eyes sparkling with that fake innocence. The field house was dimly lit, music thumping, and the whole team was already there\u2014shirtless, muscled, cocks already half-hard in their shorts. Brad was in the corner, cuffed to a chair like I\u2019d ordered, blindfolded for now. Claire looked confused but excited. \u201cWhere\u2019s everyone else?\u201d she asked. I locked the door behind her with a loud click. \u201cJust us, babe. Time to celebrate\u2026 properly.\u201dI pushed her into the center of the room. \u201cStrip, Claire. The boys know what you\u2019ve been doing with Bob. They\u2019ve seen the videos. But if you take care of the team tonight\u2014every single one of them\u2014you get to keep your secrets. Parents, school, Brad\u2026 no one finds out.\u201d Her blue eyes went wide with panic, but her nipples were already poking through her top. The guys started chanting her name. She looked at me, then at their bulging shorts, and the little slut actually smiled. \u201cYou\u2019re serious?\u201d she whispered. I nodded and yanked her crop top up, exposing those perfect D-cups. \u201cOn your knees, cheer slut.\u201dThe gang bang started slow and filthy. First up was Jamal, our star running back\u2014tall, black, with a cock like a forearm. Claire dropped to her knees on the mats, pigtails swinging, and took him down her throat in one eager gulp. The room cheered as she gagged and slobbered, mascara already running. Two more guys stepped up, grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples while she jerked them off. Cum was everywhere in minutes\u2014Jamal exploded first, flooding her mouth until it overflowed and ran down her chin onto her bouncing breasts. She swallowed what she could, coughing, then opened wide for the next. \u201cMore,\u201d she moaned, voice hoarse. \u201cI\u2019ll be your team whore.\u201dBy the tenth guy she was a fucking mess. They had her bent over a bench, skirt flipped up, no panties, pussy and ass on full display. One after another they took turns\u2014pounding her tight cheer cunt, stretching her asshole, double-penetrating her while she screamed in ecstasy. Cum poured out of her in rivers: thick white ropes dripping from her stretched holes, splattering her back, her face, her pigtails. She came over and over, squirting on the mats, body shaking like a ragdoll just like she did with Bob. \u201cI\u2019m your cum dump!\u201d she cried, eyes glassy. \u201cFill me up!\u201d The guys rotated, high-fiving, unloading inside her, on her, everywhere. Twenty loads later she was glazed\u2014cum in her hair, on her tits, leaking from every hole, pooling between her thighs. She looked like the happiest, most broken little slut alive.But that was just the warm-up. I had one more surprise planned\u2014the glorious, soul-crushing finale. I blindfolded Claire tightly with her own flirty pigtail ribbons, knotting them so she couldn\u2019t see a single thing. She was placed on all fours on the big padded table in the center of the room, ass high in the air, cum still gushing from her ruined pussy and stretched asshole in thick, white rivers that dripped onto the mats. The team stepped back, still stroking their spent cocks, laughing and jeering as they waited for the show. I uncuffed Brad and whispered in his ear, \u201cMake it hurt, slave. Break her completely.\u201d His eyes were burning with years of pent-up rage and lust as I led him over.Brad climbed up behind her and slammed into her cum-slick cunt in one brutal, balls-deep thrust. Claire gasped loudly, her full D-cup tits swinging heavily beneath her. \u201cOh fuck\u2026 who is that?\u201d she whimpered, voice shaky but already grinding back like the desperate whore she is. Brad didn\u2019t answer. He just railed her harder, his hips slapping loudly against her cum-covered ass, making her pigtails bounce even though she couldn\u2019t see. The team started chanting \u201cCheater! Cheater!\u201d and laughing as Brad flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide like a cheap porn star. He pounded her missionary-style now, staring right into the blindfold, his cock hitting her G-spot over and over while her juices and everyone else\u2019s cum squirted out around him with every thrust.When she was right on the edge, legs trembling, blue eyes rolling under the blindfold, Brad ripped the ribbons off in one savage yank. Claire\u2019s eyes flew open in total shock, locking straight onto her boyfriend\u2019s face inches from hers. \u201cHi, you filthy cheating whore,\u201d he growled, still slamming into her without mercy. \u201cIt\u2019s me\u2014Brad. I\u2019ve known about you and Bob for weeks. I watched you suck his old-man cock like a desperate little slut on your knees in his backyard. I saw you get wrecked and creampied over and over while you screamed his name. Tracy showed me every video, every photo. You thought you were so smart hiding it? You\u2019re not my girlfriend anymore. You\u2019re just a worthless, used-up cum rag for the entire team now.\u201dClaire\u2019s face crumpled instantly\u2014pure horror, shame, and humiliation washing over her. Tears sprang to her big blue eyes as the team erupted in loud, mocking laughter. \u201cNo\u2026 Brad\u2026 oh my god\u2026 you know everything?\u201d she sobbed, but her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, betraying her. Brad kept fucking her mercilessly, making her full tits jiggle wildly. \u201cSay it out loud, slut. Tell the whole team what you really are. Tell them how you betrayed me for a middle-aged neighbor\u2019s dick while I was at practice.\u201dThe team chanted louder: \u201cConfess! Confess!\u201d Claire broke completely, tears streaming down her cum-streaked cheeks as Brad pounded her. \u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m a cheating slut!\u201d she cried out, voice cracking. \u201cI let Bob use me every day\u2026 I sucked his cock and let him cum on my face like a whore\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry, Brad\u2026 I\u2019m the team\u2019s cum dump now\u2026 please don\u2019t hate me!\u201d Each confession made her body convulse harder. Brad grabbed her throat lightly, forcing her to look at the laughing players. \u201cLouder, you disgusting little liar. Tell them you\u2019re nothing but holes for anyone who wants you.\u201dClaire\u2019s voice rose into a broken wail as another massive orgasm built. \u201cI\u2019m a disgusting cheating whore! I betrayed my boyfriend for Bob\u2019s cum! I\u2019ll be the football team\u2019s personal cum rag forever! Use me\u2026 please use me!\u201d The humiliation pushed her over the edge. She squirted violently\u2014harder than I\u2019d ever seen\u2014gushing in powerful, shameful arcs all over Brad\u2019s cock and the table, soaking the mats beneath her while the team howled with laughter and pointed. Her whole body seized, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream of disgrace. She tried to curl into a ball but Brad kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last humiliating spasm.Finally he pulled out, leaving her gaping and leaking. Claire slid off the table like a broken gutter slut, collapsing to the cum-soaked floor at Brad\u2019s feet. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, pigtails matted with drying loads, face pressed to his sneakers as she kissed them desperately. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry\u2026 I\u2019m such a pathetic, worthless slut\u2026 I don\u2019t deserve you\u2026 please forgive me\u2026 I\u2019ll do anything\u2026\u201d she sobbed, tongue darting out to lick the cum and dirt from his shoes while fresh tears mixed with the team\u2019s loads on her cheeks. The players kept mocking her: \u201cLook at the cheer captain now\u2014crawling like a dog!\u201d \u201cBob\u2019s little secret whore is our bitch now!\u201dI stepped forward with the spare collar I\u2019d brought just for her, clipping it around her neck in front of everyone. \u201cSay it, Claire. Declare what you are.\u201d Still on the floor, face at Brad\u2019s feet, she whimpered loudly, \u201cI am the football team\u2019s personal cum slut\u2026 and Brad and Mistress Tracy\u2019s slave\u2026 I\u2019ll never hide anything again\u2026 please use me whenever you want.\u201d The team cheered and started stroking again for round two as Claire lay trembling in a puddle of her own squirt and twenty loads of cum, completely shattered, submissive, and disgraced\u2014exactly where she belonged.I can\u2019t wait to write my next letter. 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Bonus – Audio – Read by Tiffany-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dear damnedcomic,Oh god, where do I even start? My name is Tracy, I stumbled upon your site and found the Forum section. I couldn’t believe it when I read the first letter. I\u2019m 19, and Claire\u2019s best friend since middle school. I\u2019ve got this killer body that turns heads everywhere I go\u2014long, wavy dark-brown hair that falls to the middle of my back, piercing hazel eyes that can go from sweet to slutty in a heartbeat, full C-cup tits that bounce just right in a tight top, a tiny waist, and a thick, juicy ass that fills out my yoga pants like it was made for spanking. I\u2019m the girl who loves to flirt, loves to tease, and lately\u2026 loves to steal what isn\u2019t mine. Especially when it belongs to my so-called bestie Claire, that blonde cheerleader slut with the flirty pigtails and the perfect D-cup rack. Yeah, I know all about her now. And after what I saw\u2014and what I did\u2014I\u2019ve got her boyfriend Brad wrapped around my finger so tight he calls me Mistress and begs for my permission to cum. But I\u2019m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how it all started, every dripping, filthy detail.It was last Tuesday afternoon. Claire had been acting weird for weeks\u2014always \u201cbusy next door,\u201d coming home flushed and walking funny, deleting texts like her life depended on it. I was over at her house, supposedly studying for finals, but really I was bored out of my mind while she kept checking her phone and biting her lip. Her parents were at work, Brad was supposed to be at practice, and I needed a distraction. I wandered upstairs to her room and happened to glance out the window toward the new neighbor\u2019s house. Bob\u2014the hot, middle-aged silver fox who moved in a few weeks ago. And there was Claire, in his backyard, on her knees in the grass like a total whore. Her cheerleader skirt was flipped up over her ass, pigtails swinging, and Bob\u2019s thick cock was buried balls-deep in her mouth. She was gagging on it, saliva dripping down her chin onto those full tits, moaning like she\u2019d never sucked dick before. I froze, my pussy instantly flooding my panties. I couldn\u2019t believe it\u2014sweet little Claire, with her boyfriend Brad and her perfect suburban life, getting face-fucked by the divorced guy next door in broad daylight.I ducked behind the curtain but kept watching, my hand sliding down into my shorts before I could stop myself. Claire\u2019s blue eyes were watering as Bob gripped her pigtails and thrust deep, his heavy balls slapping her chin. She looked so fucking happy, so slutty, her throat bulging with every pump. I rubbed my clit in fast circles, biting my lip to stay quiet, imagining what that older cock must feel like stretching her tight little cheerleader cunt. My fingers dipped inside me, two at first, then three, pumping in time with Bob\u2019s hips. Claire pulled off for air, strings of spit connecting her lips to his throbbing dick, and begged, \u201cCum on my face, Daddy. Mark your little slut.\u201d He groaned and exploded\u2014thick, ropey jets of cum painting her pretty cheeks, her tongue, dripping down onto her tits. She scooped it up and swallowed like it was candy. That pushed me over the edge. I came hard right there in her bedroom, my knees buckling, juices soaking my hand and dripping down my thighs. I had to stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from moaning out loud. Holy shit. Claire was a total cum-guzzling whore for the old neighbor guy, and it made me wetter than I\u2019d ever been.That night I couldn\u2019t stop thinking about it. I fingered myself again in my own bed, replaying the scene, but this time my mind went darker. Claire had everything\u2014cheer squad captain, hot boyfriend Brad (tall, athletic, hung just right from what she\u2019d bragged about), doting parents. And now she was risking it all for middle-aged cock? I decided right then: I was going to steal Brad from her. Not just fuck him once, but make him mine. Completely. And the way to do it? Make him watch his precious girlfriend being the slut she really was. Leverage. Power. Then I\u2019d own his ass\u2014literally.The next day I put my plan in action. I texted Brad: \u201cHey, need to show you something about Claire. Meet me at the park by your house in 20. Don\u2019t tell her.\u201d He showed up looking confused but curious, wearing his football shorts that did nothing to hide his bulge. I led him behind some bushes near Claire\u2019s backyard fence\u2014the perfect hidden spot with a clear view into Bob\u2019s place. I\u2019d scoped it out earlier. We crouched there, hearts pounding, and waited. Sure enough, twenty minutes later Claire slipped out her back door in nothing but a tiny tank top and thong, pigtails bouncing, and let herself into Bob\u2019s house like she owned it. Brad\u2019s eyes went wide. \u201cWhat the fuck, Tracy?\u201d\u201cShhh. Watch,\u201d I whispered, pressing my body against his side. My tits brushed his arm. We saw the upstairs light flick on\u2014Bob\u2019s bedroom. Claire stripped slow for him, bending over, shaking that cheerleader ass. Bob grabbed her, threw her on the bed, and buried his face between her legs. Even from our hiding spot we could hear her moaning through the open window: \u201cOh fuck, Bob, eat my pussy! Make me cum like my boyfriend never could!\u201d Okay, she might not have said that exactly, but she might as well have. Brad\u2019s breathing got heavy. I slid my hand down his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his cock\u2014he was rock-hard already. \u201cShe\u2019s been fucking him for weeks,\u201d I murmured in his ear, stroking him slow. \u201cI saw her swallowing his load yesterday. Look at her now\u2014such a dirty little slut.\u201dBob flipped Claire onto all fours and slammed into her from behind. Her tits swung, pigtails flying as he railed her. She was screaming, cumming so hard her body shook like a ragdoll. Brad was leaking pre-cum all over my hand. I kept jerking him, whispering every filthy detail: how her pussy gripped Bob\u2019s thick cock, how she begged for his cum, how she was probably going to let him creampie her again. When Bob finally pulled out and hosed her back and ass with what looked like a gallon of hot cum, Claire just giggled and rubbed it into her skin. That was it\u2014Brad groaned and shot his load right into my fist, thick ropes coating my fingers while he watched his girlfriend get painted like a porn star. I licked his cum off my hand, staring into his eyes. \u201cShe doesn\u2019t deserve you, baby. But I do. Come with me. Now.\u201dWe barely made it to my backseat of my car, before I had his shorts down, and his still-hard cock in my mouth. I sucked him deep, sloppy, gagging myself on purpose so spit ran down my chin onto my tits. \u201cFrom now on, you\u2019re mine,\u201d I said between licks, popping his balls into my mouth. \u201cYou\u2019re going to watch her cheat every chance we get, and then you\u2019re going to fuck me harder than you ever fucked her. Understand?\u201d He nodded, dazed, and came again down my throat. That was our first load of many.That same night, in my bedroom. I\u2019d snuck him in while my parents were asleep. I made him strip and sit on my desk chair while I showed him the secret photos I\u2019d taken of Claire and Bob earlier that day\u2014her on her knees again, cum dripping from her lips. \u201cJerk off while you look,\u201d I ordered, stripping slow for him. My dark hair fell over my shoulders as I peeled off my top, my full tits bouncing free, nipples hard. I fingered my soaked pussy right in front of him, moaning softly. When he was throbbing, I straddled him reverse cowgirl and sank down on his cock, my juicy ass slapping his thighs. \u201cWatch how a real slut rides,\u201d I growled, grinding hard, my ass cheeks rippling. He came inside me so fast I laughed, but I kept riding until I soaked his lap with my own orgasm, my juices mixing with his cum dripping out of me.I didn’t see him until two days later, in the park again, this time at night\u2014I had him hooked. We spied on Claire getting fucked in Bob\u2019s living room, her legs over his shoulders, screaming as he pounded her G-spot. She came three times in a row, squirting all over his couch while he filled her womb with another massive creampie. Brad was rock-hard beside me. I pushed him down on the grass, yanked my shorts aside, and rode his face until I came, grinding my pussy on his tongue. Then I made him fuck me doggy-style right there in the open, his cock slamming into me while we both watched Claire get her second load of the night. \u201cYou\u2019re my lover now,\u201d I panted as he filled me again. \u201cHer little boyfriend doesn\u2019t exist anymore.\u201dThe next day, in his car after football practice. I\u2019d texted Claire some bullshit to keep her busy next door. Brad drove us to a secluded spot, and I climbed into his lap, but this time I brought handcuffs from my purse. \u201cHands behind your back, slave.\u201d He obeyed instantly, eyes glassy with lust. I rode him slow and teasing, edging him for twenty minutes, my tits in his face, my dark hair whipping around us. \u201cBeg for it,\u201d I whispered. He did\u2014whimpering, calling me Mistress Tracy\u2014until I finally let him cum deep inside me. I made him clean his own load out of my pussy with his tongue afterward, locked in those cuffs. He was shaking, completely broken for me.The next night, in my basement, while my parents were out. I tied him spread-eagle to the old weight bench with some of Claire\u2019s old cheer ribbons I\u2019d stolen. Blindfolded him. Then I sat on his face and made him eat my ass and pussy for an hour while I described in detail every time Claire had let Bob cum on her tits that week. He was leaking pre-cum like a faucet. I finally mounted him, riding reverse until he exploded, but I didn\u2019t stop\u2014kept bouncing until he was oversensitive and begging. I came twice more, my thick ass smothering him, his cum and my juices everywhere.Last night, I went full BDSM on him. I\u2019d bought a cheap collar and leash from the adult store, a small paddle, and some nipple clamps. I collared him the second he walked into my room, made him strip and kneel. \u201cYou belong to me now, Brad. Say it.\u201d He did, voice cracking: \u201cI\u2019m Mistress Tracy\u2019s devoted slave.\u201d I sat on my bed like a queen, legs spread, and made him crawl over and worship my pussy until I came all over his face. Then I bent him over my desk, paddled his ass red while I described how Claire was probably getting railed by Bob at that exact moment. His cock was dripping onto the floor. I strapped on my new toy\u2014a thick black dildo\u2014and fucked his ass while jerking him off, making him thank me with every thrust. He came hands-free, shooting ropes across my carpet, sobbing with pleasure. I made him lick it all up.Now he\u2019s completely mine. My devoted slave. He texts me \u201cYes Mistress\u201d every morning. He eats my pussy on command, lets me peg him, wears the collar when we\u2019re not around Claire. He\u2019s addicted to watching her be Bob\u2019s cum-dumpster and then crawling back to me for his own punishment and reward. I own his cock, his orgasms, his soul. And soon\u2014very soon\u2014I\u2019m going to use him to shatter Claire\u2019s perfect little world. He\u2019s going to help me set up the ultimate trap: luring her to the football team\u2019s after-party, where I\u2019ll reveal everything I know about her and Bob. She\u2019ll have no choice but to become the team\u2019s new fuck toy\u2014on her knees for all of them, taking load after load while we watch\u2014if she doesn\u2019t want her parents or the whole school finding out. Brad will hold the camera. And I\u2019ll be right there, smiling, with my slave\u2019s leash in one hand and Claire\u2019s future in the other.Claire has no idea what\u2019s coming. But I do. And it\u2019s going to be delicious.Yours truly,Tracy (the brunette who always gets what she wants)<\/p>\n\n\n\n<\/audio><\/figure>\n\n\n\nBonus – Audio – Read by Allison-<\/p>\n\n\n\nTracy’s Grand Finally<\/h3>\n\n\n\nDear damnedcomic,Holy fucking shit, you won\u2019t believe what I just pulled off. My name is Tracy, and after my last letter you already know I\u2019m the 19-year-old brunette with the killer body\u2014long wavy dark-brown hair, hazel eyes that turn wicked in a heartbeat, full C-cup tits that love to bounce, and a thick, juicy ass built for dominating weak boys. I stole my best friend Claire\u2019s boyfriend Brad and turned him into my collared, devoted slave. Now I\u2019ve taken it all the way. I trapped that blonde cheerleader slut into a full-on gang bang with the entire varsity football team, and I made sure she loved every second of it before I shattered her perfect little world. But the finale? Oh god, that was the most humiliating, slut-shaming thing I\u2019ve ever witnessed. Let me tell you every nasty, cum-soaked detail from the beginning.It started right after my last letter. Brad\u2014my obedient little slave\u2014was texting me \u201cYes Mistress\u201d every hour like a good boy, his cock locked in the tiny cage I bought him while he watched Claire sneak next door to get her daily fix of Bob\u2019s middle-aged dick. I had photos, videos, everything. Claire still thought she was so clever, hiding her affair with the neighbor while pretending to be the sweet cheer captain. But I was done playing. I wanted her on her knees for the whole team, and I wanted Brad to help me make it happen. So I called a secret meeting with the football squad\u2014twenty of the biggest, horniest seniors\u2014at the old field house after practice. I showed them the videos on my phone: Claire on all fours in Bob\u2019s backyard, pigtails swinging while he railed her from behind, her full D-cup tits bouncing, screaming \u201cCum in my pussy, Daddy!\u201d The guys were rock-hard in seconds, stroking themselves through their shorts. \u201cShe\u2019s been cheating on Brad for weeks,\u201d I told them. \u201cBut if you help me set her up, she\u2019ll be the team\u2019s new fuck toy. No one tells her parents or the school. Deal?\u201d They all agreed instantly. Brad stood beside me in his collar (hidden under his hoodie), eyes down like the slave he is, and nodded when I asked if he was ready to watch his girlfriend become the biggest slut on campus.The trap was perfect. I told Claire I\u2019d planned a \u201csurprise victory party\u201d at the field house to celebrate the team\u2019s big win\u2014invitation only, very exclusive. \u201cBring your cheer uniform,\u201d I said sweetly over text. \u201cIt\u2019s going to be wild.\u201d She showed up Friday night at 10 p.m., flirty pigtails bouncing, full breasts straining against her tiny crop top, pleated skirt barely covering her ass, blue eyes sparkling with that fake innocence. The field house was dimly lit, music thumping, and the whole team was already there\u2014shirtless, muscled, cocks already half-hard in their shorts. Brad was in the corner, cuffed to a chair like I\u2019d ordered, blindfolded for now. Claire looked confused but excited. \u201cWhere\u2019s everyone else?\u201d she asked. I locked the door behind her with a loud click. \u201cJust us, babe. Time to celebrate\u2026 properly.\u201dI pushed her into the center of the room. \u201cStrip, Claire. The boys know what you\u2019ve been doing with Bob. They\u2019ve seen the videos. But if you take care of the team tonight\u2014every single one of them\u2014you get to keep your secrets. Parents, school, Brad\u2026 no one finds out.\u201d Her blue eyes went wide with panic, but her nipples were already poking through her top. The guys started chanting her name. She looked at me, then at their bulging shorts, and the little slut actually smiled. \u201cYou\u2019re serious?\u201d she whispered. I nodded and yanked her crop top up, exposing those perfect D-cups. \u201cOn your knees, cheer slut.\u201dThe gang bang started slow and filthy. First up was Jamal, our star running back\u2014tall, black, with a cock like a forearm. Claire dropped to her knees on the mats, pigtails swinging, and took him down her throat in one eager gulp. The room cheered as she gagged and slobbered, mascara already running. Two more guys stepped up, grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples while she jerked them off. Cum was everywhere in minutes\u2014Jamal exploded first, flooding her mouth until it overflowed and ran down her chin onto her bouncing breasts. She swallowed what she could, coughing, then opened wide for the next. \u201cMore,\u201d she moaned, voice hoarse. \u201cI\u2019ll be your team whore.\u201dBy the tenth guy she was a fucking mess. They had her bent over a bench, skirt flipped up, no panties, pussy and ass on full display. One after another they took turns\u2014pounding her tight cheer cunt, stretching her asshole, double-penetrating her while she screamed in ecstasy. Cum poured out of her in rivers: thick white ropes dripping from her stretched holes, splattering her back, her face, her pigtails. She came over and over, squirting on the mats, body shaking like a ragdoll just like she did with Bob. \u201cI\u2019m your cum dump!\u201d she cried, eyes glassy. \u201cFill me up!\u201d The guys rotated, high-fiving, unloading inside her, on her, everywhere. Twenty loads later she was glazed\u2014cum in her hair, on her tits, leaking from every hole, pooling between her thighs. She looked like the happiest, most broken little slut alive.But that was just the warm-up. I had one more surprise planned\u2014the glorious, soul-crushing finale. I blindfolded Claire tightly with her own flirty pigtail ribbons, knotting them so she couldn\u2019t see a single thing. She was placed on all fours on the big padded table in the center of the room, ass high in the air, cum still gushing from her ruined pussy and stretched asshole in thick, white rivers that dripped onto the mats. The team stepped back, still stroking their spent cocks, laughing and jeering as they waited for the show. I uncuffed Brad and whispered in his ear, \u201cMake it hurt, slave. Break her completely.\u201d His eyes were burning with years of pent-up rage and lust as I led him over.Brad climbed up behind her and slammed into her cum-slick cunt in one brutal, balls-deep thrust. Claire gasped loudly, her full D-cup tits swinging heavily beneath her. \u201cOh fuck\u2026 who is that?\u201d she whimpered, voice shaky but already grinding back like the desperate whore she is. Brad didn\u2019t answer. He just railed her harder, his hips slapping loudly against her cum-covered ass, making her pigtails bounce even though she couldn\u2019t see. The team started chanting \u201cCheater! Cheater!\u201d and laughing as Brad flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide like a cheap porn star. He pounded her missionary-style now, staring right into the blindfold, his cock hitting her G-spot over and over while her juices and everyone else\u2019s cum squirted out around him with every thrust.When she was right on the edge, legs trembling, blue eyes rolling under the blindfold, Brad ripped the ribbons off in one savage yank. Claire\u2019s eyes flew open in total shock, locking straight onto her boyfriend\u2019s face inches from hers. \u201cHi, you filthy cheating whore,\u201d he growled, still slamming into her without mercy. \u201cIt\u2019s me\u2014Brad. I\u2019ve known about you and Bob for weeks. I watched you suck his old-man cock like a desperate little slut on your knees in his backyard. I saw you get wrecked and creampied over and over while you screamed his name. Tracy showed me every video, every photo. You thought you were so smart hiding it? You\u2019re not my girlfriend anymore. You\u2019re just a worthless, used-up cum rag for the entire team now.\u201dClaire\u2019s face crumpled instantly\u2014pure horror, shame, and humiliation washing over her. Tears sprang to her big blue eyes as the team erupted in loud, mocking laughter. \u201cNo\u2026 Brad\u2026 oh my god\u2026 you know everything?\u201d she sobbed, but her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, betraying her. Brad kept fucking her mercilessly, making her full tits jiggle wildly. \u201cSay it out loud, slut. Tell the whole team what you really are. Tell them how you betrayed me for a middle-aged neighbor\u2019s dick while I was at practice.\u201dThe team chanted louder: \u201cConfess! Confess!\u201d Claire broke completely, tears streaming down her cum-streaked cheeks as Brad pounded her. \u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m a cheating slut!\u201d she cried out, voice cracking. \u201cI let Bob use me every day\u2026 I sucked his cock and let him cum on my face like a whore\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry, Brad\u2026 I\u2019m the team\u2019s cum dump now\u2026 please don\u2019t hate me!\u201d Each confession made her body convulse harder. Brad grabbed her throat lightly, forcing her to look at the laughing players. \u201cLouder, you disgusting little liar. Tell them you\u2019re nothing but holes for anyone who wants you.\u201dClaire\u2019s voice rose into a broken wail as another massive orgasm built. \u201cI\u2019m a disgusting cheating whore! I betrayed my boyfriend for Bob\u2019s cum! I\u2019ll be the football team\u2019s personal cum rag forever! Use me\u2026 please use me!\u201d The humiliation pushed her over the edge. She squirted violently\u2014harder than I\u2019d ever seen\u2014gushing in powerful, shameful arcs all over Brad\u2019s cock and the table, soaking the mats beneath her while the team howled with laughter and pointed. Her whole body seized, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream of disgrace. She tried to curl into a ball but Brad kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last humiliating spasm.Finally he pulled out, leaving her gaping and leaking. Claire slid off the table like a broken gutter slut, collapsing to the cum-soaked floor at Brad\u2019s feet. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, pigtails matted with drying loads, face pressed to his sneakers as she kissed them desperately. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry\u2026 I\u2019m such a pathetic, worthless slut\u2026 I don\u2019t deserve you\u2026 please forgive me\u2026 I\u2019ll do anything\u2026\u201d she sobbed, tongue darting out to lick the cum and dirt from his shoes while fresh tears mixed with the team\u2019s loads on her cheeks. The players kept mocking her: \u201cLook at the cheer captain now\u2014crawling like a dog!\u201d \u201cBob\u2019s little secret whore is our bitch now!\u201dI stepped forward with the spare collar I\u2019d brought just for her, clipping it around her neck in front of everyone. \u201cSay it, Claire. Declare what you are.\u201d Still on the floor, face at Brad\u2019s feet, she whimpered loudly, \u201cI am the football team\u2019s personal cum slut\u2026 and Brad and Mistress Tracy\u2019s slave\u2026 I\u2019ll never hide anything again\u2026 please use me whenever you want.\u201d The team cheered and started stroking again for round two as Claire lay trembling in a puddle of her own squirt and twenty loads of cum, completely shattered, submissive, and disgraced\u2014exactly where she belonged.I can\u2019t wait to write my next letter. 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Bonus – Audio – Read by Allison-<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dear damnedcomic,Holy fucking shit, you won\u2019t believe what I just pulled off. My name is Tracy, and after my last letter you already know I\u2019m the 19-year-old brunette with the killer body\u2014long wavy dark-brown hair, hazel eyes that turn wicked in a heartbeat, full C-cup tits that love to bounce, and a thick, juicy ass built for dominating weak boys. I stole my best friend Claire\u2019s boyfriend Brad and turned him into my collared, devoted slave. Now I\u2019ve taken it all the way. I trapped that blonde cheerleader slut into a full-on gang bang with the entire varsity football team, and I made sure she loved every second of it before I shattered her perfect little world. But the finale? Oh god, that was the most humiliating, slut-shaming thing I\u2019ve ever witnessed. Let me tell you every nasty, cum-soaked detail from the beginning.It started right after my last letter. Brad\u2014my obedient little slave\u2014was texting me \u201cYes Mistress\u201d every hour like a good boy, his cock locked in the tiny cage I bought him while he watched Claire sneak next door to get her daily fix of Bob\u2019s middle-aged dick. I had photos, videos, everything. Claire still thought she was so clever, hiding her affair with the neighbor while pretending to be the sweet cheer captain. But I was done playing. I wanted her on her knees for the whole team, and I wanted Brad to help me make it happen. So I called a secret meeting with the football squad\u2014twenty of the biggest, horniest seniors\u2014at the old field house after practice. I showed them the videos on my phone: Claire on all fours in Bob\u2019s backyard, pigtails swinging while he railed her from behind, her full D-cup tits bouncing, screaming \u201cCum in my pussy, Daddy!\u201d The guys were rock-hard in seconds, stroking themselves through their shorts. \u201cShe\u2019s been cheating on Brad for weeks,\u201d I told them. \u201cBut if you help me set her up, she\u2019ll be the team\u2019s new fuck toy. No one tells her parents or the school. Deal?\u201d They all agreed instantly. Brad stood beside me in his collar (hidden under his hoodie), eyes down like the slave he is, and nodded when I asked if he was ready to watch his girlfriend become the biggest slut on campus.The trap was perfect. I told Claire I\u2019d planned a \u201csurprise victory party\u201d at the field house to celebrate the team\u2019s big win\u2014invitation only, very exclusive. \u201cBring your cheer uniform,\u201d I said sweetly over text. \u201cIt\u2019s going to be wild.\u201d She showed up Friday night at 10 p.m., flirty pigtails bouncing, full breasts straining against her tiny crop top, pleated skirt barely covering her ass, blue eyes sparkling with that fake innocence. The field house was dimly lit, music thumping, and the whole team was already there\u2014shirtless, muscled, cocks already half-hard in their shorts. Brad was in the corner, cuffed to a chair like I\u2019d ordered, blindfolded for now. Claire looked confused but excited. \u201cWhere\u2019s everyone else?\u201d she asked. I locked the door behind her with a loud click. \u201cJust us, babe. Time to celebrate\u2026 properly.\u201dI pushed her into the center of the room. \u201cStrip, Claire. The boys know what you\u2019ve been doing with Bob. They\u2019ve seen the videos. But if you take care of the team tonight\u2014every single one of them\u2014you get to keep your secrets. Parents, school, Brad\u2026 no one finds out.\u201d Her blue eyes went wide with panic, but her nipples were already poking through her top. The guys started chanting her name. She looked at me, then at their bulging shorts, and the little slut actually smiled. \u201cYou\u2019re serious?\u201d she whispered. I nodded and yanked her crop top up, exposing those perfect D-cups. \u201cOn your knees, cheer slut.\u201dThe gang bang started slow and filthy. First up was Jamal, our star running back\u2014tall, black, with a cock like a forearm. Claire dropped to her knees on the mats, pigtails swinging, and took him down her throat in one eager gulp. The room cheered as she gagged and slobbered, mascara already running. Two more guys stepped up, grabbing her tits, pinching her nipples while she jerked them off. Cum was everywhere in minutes\u2014Jamal exploded first, flooding her mouth until it overflowed and ran down her chin onto her bouncing breasts. She swallowed what she could, coughing, then opened wide for the next. \u201cMore,\u201d she moaned, voice hoarse. \u201cI\u2019ll be your team whore.\u201dBy the tenth guy she was a fucking mess. They had her bent over a bench, skirt flipped up, no panties, pussy and ass on full display. One after another they took turns\u2014pounding her tight cheer cunt, stretching her asshole, double-penetrating her while she screamed in ecstasy. Cum poured out of her in rivers: thick white ropes dripping from her stretched holes, splattering her back, her face, her pigtails. She came over and over, squirting on the mats, body shaking like a ragdoll just like she did with Bob. \u201cI\u2019m your cum dump!\u201d she cried, eyes glassy. \u201cFill me up!\u201d The guys rotated, high-fiving, unloading inside her, on her, everywhere. Twenty loads later she was glazed\u2014cum in her hair, on her tits, leaking from every hole, pooling between her thighs. She looked like the happiest, most broken little slut alive.But that was just the warm-up. I had one more surprise planned\u2014the glorious, soul-crushing finale. I blindfolded Claire tightly with her own flirty pigtail ribbons, knotting them so she couldn\u2019t see a single thing. She was placed on all fours on the big padded table in the center of the room, ass high in the air, cum still gushing from her ruined pussy and stretched asshole in thick, white rivers that dripped onto the mats. The team stepped back, still stroking their spent cocks, laughing and jeering as they waited for the show. I uncuffed Brad and whispered in his ear, \u201cMake it hurt, slave. Break her completely.\u201d His eyes were burning with years of pent-up rage and lust as I led him over.Brad climbed up behind her and slammed into her cum-slick cunt in one brutal, balls-deep thrust. Claire gasped loudly, her full D-cup tits swinging heavily beneath her. \u201cOh fuck\u2026 who is that?\u201d she whimpered, voice shaky but already grinding back like the desperate whore she is. Brad didn\u2019t answer. He just railed her harder, his hips slapping loudly against her cum-covered ass, making her pigtails bounce even though she couldn\u2019t see. The team started chanting \u201cCheater! Cheater!\u201d and laughing as Brad flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide like a cheap porn star. He pounded her missionary-style now, staring right into the blindfold, his cock hitting her G-spot over and over while her juices and everyone else\u2019s cum squirted out around him with every thrust.When she was right on the edge, legs trembling, blue eyes rolling under the blindfold, Brad ripped the ribbons off in one savage yank. Claire\u2019s eyes flew open in total shock, locking straight onto her boyfriend\u2019s face inches from hers. \u201cHi, you filthy cheating whore,\u201d he growled, still slamming into her without mercy. \u201cIt\u2019s me\u2014Brad. I\u2019ve known about you and Bob for weeks. I watched you suck his old-man cock like a desperate little slut on your knees in his backyard. I saw you get wrecked and creampied over and over while you screamed his name. Tracy showed me every video, every photo. You thought you were so smart hiding it? You\u2019re not my girlfriend anymore. You\u2019re just a worthless, used-up cum rag for the entire team now.\u201dClaire\u2019s face crumpled instantly\u2014pure horror, shame, and humiliation washing over her. Tears sprang to her big blue eyes as the team erupted in loud, mocking laughter. \u201cNo\u2026 Brad\u2026 oh my god\u2026 you know everything?\u201d she sobbed, but her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, betraying her. Brad kept fucking her mercilessly, making her full tits jiggle wildly. \u201cSay it out loud, slut. Tell the whole team what you really are. Tell them how you betrayed me for a middle-aged neighbor\u2019s dick while I was at practice.\u201dThe team chanted louder: \u201cConfess! Confess!\u201d Claire broke completely, tears streaming down her cum-streaked cheeks as Brad pounded her. \u201cI\u2019m\u2026 I\u2019m a cheating slut!\u201d she cried out, voice cracking. \u201cI let Bob use me every day\u2026 I sucked his cock and let him cum on my face like a whore\u2026 I\u2019m so sorry, Brad\u2026 I\u2019m the team\u2019s cum dump now\u2026 please don\u2019t hate me!\u201d Each confession made her body convulse harder. Brad grabbed her throat lightly, forcing her to look at the laughing players. \u201cLouder, you disgusting little liar. Tell them you\u2019re nothing but holes for anyone who wants you.\u201dClaire\u2019s voice rose into a broken wail as another massive orgasm built. \u201cI\u2019m a disgusting cheating whore! I betrayed my boyfriend for Bob\u2019s cum! I\u2019ll be the football team\u2019s personal cum rag forever! Use me\u2026 please use me!\u201d The humiliation pushed her over the edge. She squirted violently\u2014harder than I\u2019d ever seen\u2014gushing in powerful, shameful arcs all over Brad\u2019s cock and the table, soaking the mats beneath her while the team howled with laughter and pointed. Her whole body seized, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream of disgrace. She tried to curl into a ball but Brad kept thrusting through it, drawing out every last humiliating spasm.Finally he pulled out, leaving her gaping and leaking. Claire slid off the table like a broken gutter slut, collapsing to the cum-soaked floor at Brad\u2019s feet. She crawled forward on her hands and knees, pigtails matted with drying loads, face pressed to his sneakers as she kissed them desperately. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry\u2026 I\u2019m such a pathetic, worthless slut\u2026 I don\u2019t deserve you\u2026 please forgive me\u2026 I\u2019ll do anything\u2026\u201d she sobbed, tongue darting out to lick the cum and dirt from his shoes while fresh tears mixed with the team\u2019s loads on her cheeks. The players kept mocking her: \u201cLook at the cheer captain now\u2014crawling like a dog!\u201d \u201cBob\u2019s little secret whore is our bitch now!\u201dI stepped forward with the spare collar I\u2019d brought just for her, clipping it around her neck in front of everyone. \u201cSay it, Claire. Declare what you are.\u201d Still on the floor, face at Brad\u2019s feet, she whimpered loudly, \u201cI am the football team\u2019s personal cum slut\u2026 and Brad and Mistress Tracy\u2019s slave\u2026 I\u2019ll never hide anything again\u2026 please use me whenever you want.\u201d The team cheered and started stroking again for round two as Claire lay trembling in a puddle of her own squirt and twenty loads of cum, completely shattered, submissive, and disgraced\u2014exactly where she belonged.I can\u2019t wait to write my next letter. 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